I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2343 - 1489: The Wolf Is Here

The city's vibrant traffic transformed into a shimmering, flowing river of lights.

At an intersection, as the White Eyebrow Eagle King halted the vehicle, Jiang Chen, observing the illuminated traffic signals ahead, finally reached for his phone.

He dialed again.

"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."

There was no answer.

Then, a synthesized voice announced,

"Sorry, the user you are calling is busy. Please try again later..."

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted with the rhythm of the traffic lights.

As the White Eyebrow Eagle King maneuvered into line to traverse the intersection, he suddenly instructed, "Turn left."

Turn left?

But they were clearly positioned in the lane designated for going straight.

No problem.

Who's to say one cannot turn left from a straight lane?

Rules are made to be challenged.

Without hesitation or question, the White Eyebrow Eagle King accelerated, created a gap, and then abruptly spun the steering wheel. The Alphard, crossing the pedestrian crossing, veered against traffic regulations, causing alarm among vehicles proceeding normally. However, the only response to their insistent honking was the receding taillights of the Alphard.

Indeed, Comrade Jiang Chen upheld the venerable tradition of loyalty cherished by the men of Shen Zhou, deciding to risk his driver's license to ascertain if this was genuinely a situation akin to the fable of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf."

Disregarding the traffic signals, the Alphard navigated the streets as if piloted by a blindfolded driver. It was almost certain that the traffic department had taken notice, yet it was peculiar that no officers moved to intercept them.

Mercifully, the White Eyebrow Eagle King maintained a steady hand, guiding the vehicle through the city streets without incident or accident.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Chen repeatedly attempted to contact Fujiwara Reiki, but his efforts were fruitless.

If it truly was "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," her performance was exceptionally convincing.

"Mr. Jiang, exercise caution."

The familiar surroundings came back into view.

The Golden Lion King, observing the grand mansion visible through the car window, issued a sharp warning, driven by his professional vigilance.

The recklessly driven Alphard came to a halt.

After a silent assessment of the environment, the Four Great Kings disembarked one by one. Their eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned for any lurking dangers in the dim light. Only after confirming the absence of any immediate threats did they permit Jiang Chen to exit the vehicle.

The scene was as tranquil as it had been upon their previous visit.

Only the moon overhead appeared somewhat fuller tonight.

Yet, a crucial difference was apparent:

last time, the gate had been wide open; this time, it was securely shut.

If this were indeed "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," the situation ought not to be like this.

"Mr. Jiang, I detect the scent of blood."

The Purple Shirt Dragon King whispered, his voice low as he maintained his unwavering focus on his sector, ready to react instantly to any unforeseen development.

A scent of blood?

Jiang Chen inhaled instinctively.

The night air was virtually still, with barely a breeze.

Without a doubt.

He himself could not detect any such aroma.

However, a butcher's olfactory senses, honed by years of working in specific environments, would naturally be attuned to such cues.

Much like an electrician can discern a live wire by touch.

— In such a tense moment, a touch of levity can ease the mood.

An individual's intuition might err, but not the intuition of all four simultaneously.

Their demeanor now was markedly more serious and tense than during their prior visit.

Jiang Chen’s gaze settled upon the tightly fastened gate.

"Retrieve the equipment."

Although lacking a firearms permit, venturing into a potentially dangerous situation unarmed would be foolhardy.

Even the most capable wife requires ingredients to cook.

Surely, the Golden Lion King requires the Dragon Slayer Sword as more than mere decoration?

Furthermore, in a critical situation, would one truly expect an opponent to engage in a mere fistfight?

The Alphard, resembling a relic from a bygone era, despite its considerable cost difference, could function similarly to a mobile armory and troop transport. Soon, each of the Four Great Kings was equipped with a brand-new, illicit blade, its surface glinting sharply in the darkness.

Indeed.

The ground was strewn with haphazardly discarded, crumpled newspapers.

A testament to their cultured appreciation for knowledge.

Three people constitute a crowd.

Combined with the earlier reckless driving.

If apprehended, they could anticipate a prolonged period of room and board.

"Mr. Jiang, how shall we gain entry?"

Right.

There was indeed another issue.

The gate was barred.

No matter how resourceful the Alphard, or how cunning Boss Jiang might be, he surely wouldn't be carrying a ladder, would he?

That would be rather improper.

Although he had prior experience scaling walls, the current circumstances were hardly suitable. However, such minor obstacles would not deter him. He cast a glance at the firmly shut gate, a plan rapidly forming in his mind.

"Get back in the car."

Though uncertain, the Four Great Kings promptly carried out the commands. Boss Jiang himself took the wheel this time, but before the Alphard was set in motion again, he withdrew his phone and dispatched a message.

No words were included.

Merely a location pin of their current spot.

Following this, he pocketed the phone, changed gears, swiveled the steering wheel, and pushed the accelerator to the floor. The business-class Alphard transformed into a battering ram, charging towards the shut gate and hurtling up the steps, an unstoppable force.

There was an 80% probability it wouldn't be the same old stunt.

However, if it proved to be a more sophisticated maneuver, then this gate would bear the cost.

Ah.

And the vehicle would need to be paid for as well.

Even ancient relics could not withstand the raw power of modern machinery.

With no resistance to soften the impact, the gate shattered upon collision. The front of the Alphard lifted, and amidst a shower of debris, it majestically soared briefly into the courtyard.

The stillness of the night was irrevocably broken.

"Hiss—"

Numerous eyes snapped towards the sound, their gazes, filled with diverse emotions, settling on the Alphard that had abruptly come to a halt.

The world beyond the gate.

The world within the gate.

Jiang Chen, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he fought off a wave of dizziness, instinctively peered outside.

Whoa.

So many people.

And.

So much blood.

Reality often demonstrates that a simple gate can be just enough to curb one's imagination, leaving them unaware of the events unfolding behind it.